After all the writing in the morning, and the explanation of what was coming, not a lot of writing was accomplished. Mostly because I spent a large chunk of the day driving one hundred and fifty miles to see my HRT doctor for a consultation, then driving home, then getting dinner, and finally returning home about six hours after I left. That means I was tired and a bit burned out, but hey: life happens.
Still, I managed to get five hundred and four words into the bank. They set things up and don’t tell you a whole lot: I’d expect that to happen tonight, when I get deeper into this scene. And it seems I have a thing for getting with my kids and lakes . . .
All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
Annie stood upon the short of the lake and considered slipping off her sandals and stepping into the water. She’d done this many time during past summers when at home, and planned on doing the same after she returned next week. It wasn’t something she could do at the school save at the Van der Kroft Spring; the other lakes were actually old quarries, with nothing beyond the shoreline but sheer drop offs.
This lake, however, was not a quarry. It was quiet and secluded, and even though it was the middle of a busy holiday in this country, at nine hundred hours this last Sunday morning in May they were the only ones present. She wondered if Vicky had anything to do with no one being at the park this morning. It was likely that it was too early for most people, but there was always the possibility that Vicky—who had given then the temporary fight licenses yesterday afternoon—maybe have said something to the headmistress, or to Isis, and they said something to a person in Boston or New York, and access to the lake was temporarily suspended.
She turned back towards the tree line where Kerry was sitting about five meters from the shore. Annie wanted to say he was enjoying the scenery, but she knew he was watching her. She wasn’t dressed any differently from weekends at school: she’d wore a tee shirt and jeans under her flight leathers, and had changed out of her flying boots and into the sandals Kerry had brought in his backpack. She knew why he was watching: the last day of school was next Thursday, and Friday would see people returning home for summer holiday. Next Saturday they’d depart Boston for Amsterdam, and after they said their goodbyes on the plane and in the terminal, they wouldn’t see each other again until sometime in late August.
He wanted to remember her as she was right now: he was burning this moment into his memories.
Just as she was doing the same.
The picture above is suppose to be of Pearl Hill Pond, in Pearl Hill State Park, a little area in the hills close to the Massachusetts/New Hampshire border. It’s suppose to be where the scene is taking place, though after checking out the terrain, I have my doubts. But you get the point of how idyllic and quiet things are, and as Annie has pointed out, though it’s suppose to be a busy weekend–27 May is right in the middle of Memorial Day weekend–they are the only ones there at nine in the morning.
Also, the park isn’t anywhere near the school, so what are my kids doing here? Spoilers. You’ll find out tomorrow.
In the mean time, Annie has questions:
She turned and wandered slowly back towards Kerry. “What are you doing?”
He watched her move closer. “Enjoying the scenery.”
“The scenery includes my butt.”
He shrugged and smiled. “I’m enjoying that, too.”
Annie sat before him and slid back into the comfort of his arm. “Cheeky Welsh boy.”
Kerry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “Sexy Bulgarian girl.”
She chuckled even though she loved hearing him tell her things like “sexy” and “lovely”. It was something she first heard in their dreams, and for a while she imagined her was just being silly. It wasn’t until they were a little older that she realized he meant every word.
And now that they were an open couple at school, hearing each endearment made her heart flutter. It’s why I never have to ask him if he really means them. She twisted around and kissed his cheek. I feel the words enter and take hold inside every time they’re spoken . . .
Now we know Annie likes being called sexy, and she’s apparently heard that term for a while. She also knows Kerry is checking out her butt–kids, huh? Must be those hormones I keep hearing about.
Well, then, we’ll get back into this scene tomorrow. It’s going to be a quiet day in the office, as I’ll be just about the only one there.
It’ll give me time to think about how this story is ending . . .